D&D 5E [IC] Creamsteak's Princes of Elemental Evil

[CanadienneBacon]

Dent stared a beat longer, then ventured, "Half a moment." He swiftly closed the door, taking care for once not to bang it closed, then turned to his colleagues. "Ayup. Dwarves. About sixty of 'em. Drinking, by the look of it. Red eyes. Oh, and one gnome." Mirth filled his voice. Noticing Miles' protective stance with his shield, Dent grinned. "A shield warrior, eh? It seems we're closer kin than surface inspection would lead one to believe. I know that same trick, too. Thaliss's been the recipient of it many times over, h'aint you, Thaliss?"

 

[Creamsteak]

As soon as the door shuts you hear nothing but silence again.

 

[River Song]

Kubeba advances up behind Dent. "Red eyed dwarves? This seems odd."

 

[Kobold Stew]

"Going in or going on?" asks Carradoc, having passed a number of profitable-looking doors. "I am not especially thirsty." There's a sneer of disgust on his lip, but it's not clear if it's caused by the thought of the red eyes, or drinking a common beer.



OOC: Are we hearing the same level of noise inside, or does it somehow (magically) deaden or stop when the door is closed?

 

[Creamsteak]

It seems to have completely stopped.

 

[Kobold Stew]

"I'm not thirsty," says Carradoc, wondering how a fireball would spread in an enclosed space before. That trick had worked well before.

 

[River Song]

"Do we think they are servants of the cults?" Kubeba asks. "I don't feel comfortable leaving such a body behind us as we travel. Maybe we should go in and have a chat?"

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Dent shook his head no at Kubeba. "Carradoc has the right of it. Open the door, toss in a fireball, close the door, and let's be done with it. We've better things to do than drink with dwarves. 'Sides, if any survive, we can save them for afters, and come back later for a bit of sport."

 

[Jago]

~ " But what if it is a trick of some sort? Listen now, how before it was as rowdy as Luskan in there, and now it lays silent? It would not be the first bit of magical illusion and deception we've encountered here. Why waste such a potent spell upon what may be nothing more than a mere enchantment?"

Miles was not exactly sold on the plan. For the one thing, if the Dwarves were real, he had a rather great compunction towards just setting them on fire. But if this was some type of trick, a fireball would be better served against an actual foe, not some image that asked them to share a drink.

" If anything, we should just leave this building then until later; no Dwarves have come out so far to attack us, yes? Clearly they're either not real or far more interested in their ale."

To be fair, he mused to himself The latter would be true of Dwarves even if they were an illusion.

" Can any of you sense the threads of The Weave? Surely a simple spell of Detection would serve our interests much better as to whether fight or pass, yes?" ~

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Sensing Miles' interest in further investigation of the tavern, Dent stepped backward away from the door. "I'm betting the door is warded to prevent sounds from extruding, but feel free to have at it. I'll watch the hall while you sally forth."

OOC: Move to D10.